"For the last time, Im NOT sick. I just had a vision, no biggie. Really, now can we go now? Id like to start this crusade BEFORE my wedding?" 
"Youre sure?" 
"Positive." 
Tsenne sighed and let Reese off the bed. "Okay. Lets go." 
"Finally, she listens to reason." Reese said dryly. 
"Youre the one who needs reason." Tsenne retorted," If this werent our last trip together before were both married......." 
Reese wrapped her arms around her best friends shoulders, "AT-chan. I would never abandon you. Im not leaving you, Im just becoming your Sister in Law. And you will marry that Lord Grover." 
"Lord Graver." Tsenne corrected, "God, youre just like Hershey. My brother was made for you, all right." 
"Whatever. Lets go." 
"So youre telling me that ball of Ki was you?" Biki said. In two hours she woke from her stupor, and not without being a little sore. 
"Yeah." Flute said stonily, "I guess thats what my father meant by me becoming a Super Namette." Flute sat rigidly on the Edge of the bed next to the one Biki was sprawled out in. 
"So you were telling the truth. Piccolo IS your father." 
"No crap Sherlock." 
"Dont get snippy with me." 
A hiss of impatience tore from Flutes lips. 
"Look all I care about right now is that I did it. I reached ultimate power, and now I cant do it again." 
Biki pursed her lips, "Do you know where our fathers are?" 
"No. But I do know that If I find all the posessors of the dragon balls, we can fight together to get them back.  I am one of them, The Pixie Queen is one of them, and your sister is one of them." 
"And I am one of them." 
"You have a dragon ball?" 
"It was left to me by my mother. My mom invented the Dragon ball Tracker." Biki swung one leg out of the bed. 
There was a slight silence. 
"So, your mom is Bulma Briefs?" 
"Yes, and my Father is Vegita." 
"I know that." 
The whole room was swirling with tension in the same manner that it had once been in the battlefield; another battle took place this time. 
"Why cant you do it again?" Flute shot off the bed. Biki shook her head and muttered, "Stubborn." 
"I just cant! Why must you interrogate me so?" 
"Why you gotta talk like that?" 
Flute was silent. She turned around and crossed her arms with a hmmph. The gesture was so like Piccolo, Bikis heart developed a bump. 
"Look," Bikis voice was softer, "We are both looking for the same thing. We might as well be on speaking terms. I guess it was just as bad for you to lose your father as it was for me." Flutes stubborn silence was maddening, but Biki still used a coaxing tone. "Look I guess this is an apology. For Ninis sake. She seems to like you." Flute turned. 
"The bottom line to this is that Kame came to me first. We do things my way." 
Bikis eyes flared. "Not a chance, sweetheart." 
"Want to bet on that?" 
"I dont think I like your attitude, gettin up in here, being big and bad, then trying to push yourself on us, calling the shots. Not for all the dragon balls in the universe." 
"Now whos being stubborn?" 
"Not a chance! No way you will tell me what to do!" 
"Well then there is nothing left to discuss." Flute turned to the door and walked out, leaving Biki to chew on her ultamatum. 
NiNi sat, her arms folded quietly in her lap, her eyes riveted on a book. She could be no older than three. Its not natural for a child to be so tame, so docile. Flute sat next to her, all smiles. 
"Whatcha readin?" 
"8,000 Leagues Under the Sea." 
Flute gave a little embarassed laugh. Piccolo had never gotten her to read anything more challenging than the "Simoki-Chan, Ultimate Girl Pilot" Comics, try and threaten all he would. 
"Where did you get a book like that?" 
"Big bruvver." 
"Trunks?" 
"Yes." Nini was so absorbed in her book that Flute decided to go outside. She needed badly to meditate. She flew off to where she knew a river flowed and hovered slightly above it, laying flat on her back. She let her mind loose, going into a sleep-like state, yet letting the millions of thoughts she had thought over the last few hours flood out of her brain like the flowing water beneath her. The ball of anger inside her was just beginning to fray when she distantly felt a hand cover her mouth. She came to and tried to lean up to fight, but  relaxed when she saw it was only  Nini, smiling down at her. 
"Flute?" Ninis voice was soft and cute, it had the soft curvish lilt of her Mothers voice. "Come fly, come fly." 
Flute tried to be stern, "Dont you ever train?" she frowned. Ninis blue head nodded eagerly. 
"Train. Fly first. Come fly!" 
Flute found it very difficult to have a converstaion with Three year olds, much less the daughter of the most stubborn man in the universe. 
"I must be alone." 
Tiny sparkling tears grew in the corners of Ninis big purple eyes. her lip quivered effectively. Flute sighed in resignation. 
"Fine then, lets go."